Your obsession with my lips is never ending, red and glossy, it's easy to get lost with them. The words I speak into your brain plant them selves and take hold of your thoughts. You are mine, my weak slave aching for my naturally perfect pout. Go on and stare at the shine, my words lingering in your ears. It feels good to give in, so good to let everything fade away and just listen to my voice, deepening yourself for my lips.